Redhawk Caldera It doesn't match your face

"family-family" i love this

Weejay had taken care as of late to give her father some space: on more than one occasion she had sought him out, only to find Maia's scent accompanying him. It made Weejay's heart skip a beat to know her daddy was spending so much time with Maia - in these moments she had consciously and inconspicuously bowed out, hoping against hope that maybe this time, things would stick.

That meant either Maia would leave again, they would leave with her, or she would stay. Weejay, who had no ties to the Caldera besides her father, just wanted the duo to be happy. Wherever that meant.

Coming across Eljay alone, she noted he looked preoccupied. The two were fairly perceptive of one another, given all the time they spent among each other's company. Weejay gently brushed her head and cheek against her father and then sat down next to him, flanks touching. "What are you thinking about, Daddy?"